The black sedan rolled past a pair of tall iron gates hidden behind thick rows of green pine trees.
We left the noisy city far behind. We drove up a long winding stone driveway until we reached an old, beautiful brick house sitting right on the edge of a quiet lake. The house looked warm and peaceful, nothing like the cold glass towers of Kane International.
Dominic sat beside me in the back seat. His broad shoulders were tense, and his strong fingers tapped a slow, nervous rhythm against his knee.
I reached out and placed my hand over his knee, stopping his fingers.
"You are shaking, Kane," I teased softly, looking up into his dark eyes.
Dominic let out a rough breath, running his other hand back through his dark hair. "I am not shaking. I am just... careful."
"Careful of what?" I a
